RAKSHITA'S CHOICE

[sominoru]

As they settled onto the sofa, Chandu cracked open three cold beers and passed them around. Rakshita nestled close to Chandu, but her eyes lingered on Nandu.

"So, Nandu," Chandu began with a smirk, "did you have fun being Rakshita's personal shopping assistant today?"

Nandu felt his cheeks flush. "Oh, you know, just helping out a friend."

Rakshita giggled, leaning forward. "He was so sweet, carrying all my bags. Such a gentleman."

"I bet he is," Chandu said, his tone playful but with an edge. "Always so eager to please, aren't you, Nandu?"

Nandu took a long swig of his beer, unsure how to respond. Rakshita seized the moment, placing her hand on Nandu's knee. "You know, Nandu, I really appreciate everything you do for me," she purred, her voice low and sultry.

Nandu's eyes widened, darting between Rakshita's hand and Chandu's face. Chandu merely raised an eyebrow, seeming more amused than upset.

"I... it's no problem," Nandu stammered, his palms sweating around the cold beer bottle.

Chandu chuckled, slinging an arm around Rakshita's shoulders. "Oh come on, Nandu. We all know why you're always so eager to help. Why don't you just admit it?"

Rakshita leaned into Chandu but kept her hand on Nandu's knee. "Yes, Nandu," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Tell us how you really feel."

Nandu felt trapped, his heart pounding. He took another gulp of beer to buy time. "I... I just enjoy spending time with Rakshita. She's a good friend."

Chandu snorted. "A 'good friend,' huh? Is that why you stare at her like a lovesick puppy?"

Rakshita giggled, giving Nandu's knee a squeeze. "Aww, don't be mean, Chandu. I think it's sweet."

Nandu's face burned. He wanted to disappear into the couch. "Look, I'm sorry if I've made anyone uncomfortable. Maybe I should go..."

"No, don't go!" Rakshita said, pouting. She leaned closer to Nandu, her perfume intoxicating. "We're just having a little fun. Right,Chandu?"

Chandu nodded, a sly grin on his face. "Of course. Stay, Nandu. The night's just getting interesting."

Nandu shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of Rakshita's hand still on his knee. He took another long drink of beer, hoping it would calm his nerves.

Rakshita turned to face Nandu more fully, her eyes locked on his. "So tell me, Nandu," she said, her voice a silky whisper, "what is it about me that you like so much?"

Nandu's mouth went dry. He glanced at Chandu, who was watching the exchange with an amused smirk. "I... uh... you're just... you're kind, and..."

"And?" Rakshita prompted, leaning even closer.

"And...

"And... intelligent," Nandu finished lamely, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the heat radiating from Rakshita's body, her face mere inches from his.

Chandu chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. "Oh, come on, Nandu. You can do better than that. Tell her how you really feel."

Rakshita's fingers traced small circles on Nandu's knee. "Yes, Nandu," she breathed, her eyes never leaving his. "Tell me everything."

Nandu swallowed hard, his mind reeling. He knew he should leave, but Rakshita's touch and gaze held him captive. "I... I think about you all the time," he admitted, the words tumbling out. "You're all I want, but I know I can't have you."

Rakshita's eyes sparkled with satisfaction. She glanced at Chandu, who nodded almost imperceptibly.

"And what if you could have me, Nandu?" Rakshita whispered, her lips nearly brushing his ear. "What would you do?"

Nandu's breath caught in his throat. He looked at Chandu, expecting anger, but saw only curiosity and something else he couldn't quite identify.

"I... I don't understand," Nandu stammered. "Chandu, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

Chandu waved his hand dismissively. "Don't apologize. We're all adults here. Why don't you answer Rakshita's question?"

Nandu's head spun, partly from the beer and partly from the surreal situation. "If I could have you?" he repeated, looking into Rakshita's eyes.

Nandu's voice trembled as he continued, "If I could have you, I'd... I'd worship you. I'd do anything to make you happy."

Rakshita's eyes gleamed. She turned to Chandu, an unspoken question in her gaze. He nodded, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Anything?" Rakshita purred, turning back to Nandu. Her hand slid up his thigh. "That's quite an offer."

Nandu's breath quickened. He glanced nervously at Chandu, who seemed oddly calm. "I don't... I'm not sure what's happening here," Nandu stammered.

Chandu leaned forward, his eyes intense. "What's happening, Nandu, is that we're giving you a chance. A chance to live out your fantasies." 

Rakshita nodded, her fingers tracing higher up Nandu's thigh. "That's right," she murmured. "We've seen how you look at me, how eager you are to please. And we've decided... why not satisfy those desires?"

Nandu's head was spinning. He looked between Rakshita and Chandu, as if he was searching for something. But their expressions were serious, expectant.

"You mean...?" Nandu trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

Chandu nodded. "Nandu! You can stay here for the night. Just the two of you. Together."

Rakshita leaned in, her lips brushing Nandu's ear. "What do you say? Ready to worship me like you've always dreamed?"

Nandu's heart pounded. 

“When was the last time you had sex?”

Nandu's eyes widened in shock at Rakshita's blunt question. He sputtered, nearly choking on his beer. "I... what? No, I've never..."

Rakshita's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Never? Oh, you poor thing. We'll have to fix that, won't we?"

Chandu chuckled, taking another swig of beer. "Easy there, babe. Don't scare him off just yet."

Nandu's head was spinning. This couldn't be happening. He looked between Rakshita and Chandu in confusion.

"I don't understand," Nandu said quietly. "Why are you doing this?"

Rakshita's hand squeezed his thigh gently. "Because we want to, Nandu. Because we've seen how devoted you are, how much you care. We think you deserve a reward."

Chandu nodded in agreement. "Consider it a thank you for all your help. No strings attached."

Nandu's mouth went dry. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But... but you're together. I don't want to come between you."

Rakshita laughed softly. "Oh Nandu, you're not coming between us. We both want this." She leaned in close, her breath hot on his ear. "I want you."

Nandu felt dizzy with desire and disbelief. His eyes met Chandu's, silently asking for permission, for confirmation this was real.

Chandu gave a small nod. "It's okay, man. Enjoy yourself. God knows you've earned it."

Rakshita's hand slid higher up Nandu's thigh as she leaned in close, her lips nearly touching his. "So what do you say, Nandu? Ready to make your fantasies come true?"

Nandu's breath caught in his throat. He looked from Rakshita's smoldering gaze to Chandu's encouraging nod. His mind raced, torn between his burning desire and his lingering doubts. 

"I... I don't know," he stammered. "This is all happening so fast."

Rakshita pouted playfully. "Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't imagined this moment a thousand times."

Chandu chuckled. "It's okay to want it, man. We're all adults here."

Nandu took a shaky breath, his resolve crumbling under Rakshita's touch and gaze. "

Chandu suddenly hugged Rakshita very tightly. 

Nandu watched in stunned silence as Chandu and Rakshita kissed passionately, their bodies intertwined. His mind reeled, unsure how to process the abrupt shift in the room's energy. 

After several long moments, Rakshita broke away from Chandu, her lips swollen and eyes dark with desire. She turned back to Nandu with a sultry smile.

"See something you like?" she purred.

Nandu swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I don't know what to say."

Chandu grinned, his arm still wrapped possessively around Rakshita's waist. "You don't have to say anything. Just enjoy the show."

Rakshita giggled, leaning back against Chandu's chest. Her gaze never left Nandu as she spoke. 

“Nandu, how come you never had a girlfriend?”

She could feel Chandu kissing her neck, with one hand squeezing her boobs from outside and the other hand down her skirt and resting on her pussy lips.

Nandu shifted uncomfortably, averting his eyes from the intimate display before him. "I... I guess I've just never found the right person," he mumbled.

Rakshita moaned softly as Chandu's fingers worked beneath her skirt. "Or maybe you've been too focused on someone who's already taken," she said breathily, her eyes locked on Nandu's reddening face.

Chandu chuckled against Rakshita's neck. "Poor Nandu, always desiring from afar. But now you get to see up close what you've been missing."

Nandu's heart raced as he watched Chandu's hands roam Rakshita's body. Part of him wanted to flee, but a stronger part kept him rooted to the spot, unable to look away.

Rakshita's back arched as Chandu played with her pussy like a guitar. She let out a breathy moan, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before refocusing on Nandu with deep intensity.

"You know, Nandu," she purred, "I'm with Chandu and that means I am taken. Do you like committed women?"

Nandu's breath caught in his throat. "W-what do you mean?"

Chandu's hands stilled as he looked up at Nandu, a wicked smile spreading across his face. 

Chandu's smile widened as he slowly removed his hands from Rakshita, leaving her gasping softly. He straightened up and took a sharp look towards Nandu, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"What Rakshita means," Chandu said in a low voice, "is that she's mine. But... she's also curious. We're both curious."

Nandu's confusion deepened, and his face flushed a deeper shade of red. He swallowed hard, unsure of what to say or where this conversation was heading.

Rakshita's sultry voice cut through the tension. "Nandu, you've been so quiet, always watching from the sidelines." Her tone was teasing, almost taunting, as she stood up and took a few steps toward him. "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be in an intimate relationship with someone who loves you?"

Nandu’s pulse quickened, and he shifted nervously, glancing between the two of them. "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Chandu smirked, placing a hand on Rakshita’s waist as she moved closer to Nandu. "Oh, I think you do," he said smoothly.

Nandu’s mouth went dry. His mind raced with thoughts he couldn’t control, but the weight of the moment kept him frozen in place. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.

"Why would you be want to be just friends with a woman you have a crush on? Why not try your luck with someone who is not in a committed relationship?"

Nandu’s pulse quickened, and he shifted nervously, glancing between the two of them. "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Chandu's laughter echoed in the room, and Rakshita's playful smile followed suit. She stepped back, her intensity from moments ago now replaced with a teasing grin. "Oh, Nandu," she said, shaking her head. "You're too easy."

Chandu clapped Nandu on the back, the tension dissolving into awkwardness. "Relax, man. We were just having some fun. You should've seen your face." His voice was light, but there was a hint of mischief still dancing in his eyes.

Nandu swallowed hard, unsure whether to laugh or feel humiliated. His heart was still racing, and though the tension had broken, the unease lingered. "Right... fun," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Nandu's shoulders trembled as the tears fell, and before he could stop them, they flowed freely down his cheeks. His breath hitched, and the room fell silent, the playful atmosphere evaporating instantly.

Nandu took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The tears had slowed, but the pain in his chest remained, raw and exposed. 

"I just need some space," Nandu said, his voice steadier now. "I will leave now! I am sorry for not being honest about my feelings towards you! You both taught me a good lesson!"

Saying this Nandu got up and hurried back to his car. 

Nandu stood by his car, fumbling for the keys, his mind still swirling with everything that had just happened. The tears had stopped, but the heaviness in his chest remained, making it hard to breathe. He was about to get inside when he heard footsteps behind him.

Before he could turn around, Rakshita wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Her warmth enveloped him, and without thinking, Nandu's head rested against her thick heavy chest. He could hear her heartbeat, steady and calming, contrasting the storm inside him.

She held him close, one hand gently stroking his hair as if trying to soothe the turmoil within him. "I’m so sorry, Nandu," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with emotion. "You don’t have to leave like this. I don't like seeing you like this!"

Nandu tensed at first, unsure of how to respond, but the softness of her voice and the sincerity in her touch gradually eased some of the tension in his body. He closed his eyes, letting himself feel the comfort of her embrace, something he hadn’t realized he needed until now.

"You’re very important to me," Rakshita continued, her words barely more than a breath. "I know we went too far, and I can’t take that back. But I want you to know that I see you as a friend, Nandu. I want you to see me only as a friend as well!"

Nandu’s mind was still a mess, but in that moment, being held by her, the weight of his pain seemed to lift just a little. He didn’t know what to say, so he just stayed there, letting himself be vulnerable for the first time in what felt like forever.

Rakshita held him tighter, her chin resting gently on his head as she whispered, "Please don’t leave like this. Stay, just for a little while. Let me help you through this."

Nandu swallowed hard, his emotions tangled and raw. "I don’t know if I can, Rakshita," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Everything’s so... confusing."

"I know," she said softly, her hands still cradling him. "But you don’t have to face it alone. I’m here, Nandu. I’m really here."

Just then interrupting them Rakshita's phone buzzed with a text message. She picked up the phone and after reading it her facial expression completely changed. Her eyes were glued to the screen reading the message.